Sometimes it's yourfragrance that comes to me, out of the blue, on a crowded road in a Sunday afternoon. But more often, it's memories of us, our family, that cross my mind almost every lone evening. All I want is to lessen the pain I feel every night.

But every morning I wake up is another day, hopeless and miserable, with nothing but a deafening silence, a wave of tears, memories and your absence.

The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are. Fernando Pessoa

Sometimes it's yourfragrance that comes to me, out of the blue, on a crowded road in a Sunday afternoon. But more often, it's memories of us, our family, that cross my mind almost every lone evening. All I want is to lessen the pain I feel every night.

But every morning I wake up is another day, hopeless and miserable, with nothing but a deafening silence, a wave of tears, memories and your absence.

The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are. Fernando Pessoa

Re: Yeo Raon - Maturité mes fesses. ☆ Mar 6 Sep - 20:04

Okay *-*Je t'attends dans ma boîte de réception

+ WHY ARE THEY SO COLD +

I WISH THE COLD IN THE WORLD OF ADULTS WOULD BE GONE TOO. I WISH THE FROZEN LOVE WILL MELT AWAY NOW. IF THE ICE MELTS, A WARMER SONG WOULD HAVE COME OUT. BUT WHY IS THE ICE SO COLD

❢ Fly away from the gray world
A colorful bird like you doesn’t belong here
Fly away form the black sky with no stars at night
And in the day it’s a blessing to see the sun
So fly away bird
Before the air enters your lungs and kills you F l y a w a y
The trees have no leaves
No warmth for a bird like you
You will freeze in a cold world
Fly away
If you can’t make it out
At least you tried
You put up a good fight
Fly away ❢

For me, loving you meant nothing else mattered as long as you were happy and safe. With a smile I caught you from falling and that’s the first time I loved forever. At 3 a.m, I’m talking to the stars and moon about you, about how much you’ve positively impacted me and how I can’t wait to experience what the future has for us. Some might say I’m a hopeless romantic, but being with you I can’t help but make sure you always know I will love you until we’re old and telling our grandchildren our adventures when we were young. And no matter what happens to us right here, right now, I just hope it’ll end with you and me

I love her. Not in a romantic way, but in a friend way. She is my best friend. But she’s not just that. She’s my other half.

I think you need to fall in love with the wrong person. I think you need to fight and cry and sweat and bleed and fail. I think you need to have bad relationships and bad breakups. I think you need all of that so that when the right person and the right relationship finally comes along, you can sigh with relief and say, “Ah yes. That is how it’s supposed to feel.

Sometimes it's yourfragrance that comes to me, out of the blue, on a crowded road in a Sunday afternoon. But more often, it's memories of us, our family, that cross my mind almost every lone evening. All I want is to lessen the pain I feel every night.

But every morning I wake up is another day, hopeless and miserable, with nothing but a deafening silence, a wave of tears, memories and your absence.

The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are. Fernando Pessoa

Re: Yeo Raon - Maturité mes fesses. ☆ Dim 18 Sep - 15:31

Hey salut toi 8DTu as une idée ? *-*

+ WHY ARE THEY SO COLD +

I WISH THE COLD IN THE WORLD OF ADULTS WOULD BE GONE TOO. I WISH THE FROZEN LOVE WILL MELT AWAY NOW. IF THE ICE MELTS, A WARMER SONG WOULD HAVE COME OUT. BUT WHY IS THE ICE SO COLD

❢ Fly away from the gray world
A colorful bird like you doesn’t belong here
Fly away form the black sky with no stars at night
And in the day it’s a blessing to see the sun
So fly away bird
Before the air enters your lungs and kills you F l y a w a y
The trees have no leaves
No warmth for a bird like you
You will freeze in a cold world
Fly away
If you can’t make it out
At least you tried
You put up a good fight
Fly away ❢

For me, loving you meant nothing else mattered as long as you were happy and safe. With a smile I caught you from falling and that’s the first time I loved forever. At 3 a.m, I’m talking to the stars and moon about you, about how much you’ve positively impacted me and how I can’t wait to experience what the future has for us. Some might say I’m a hopeless romantic, but being with you I can’t help but make sure you always know I will love you until we’re old and telling our grandchildren our adventures when we were young. And no matter what happens to us right here, right now, I just hope it’ll end with you and me

I love her. Not in a romantic way, but in a friend way. She is my best friend. But she’s not just that. She’s my other half.

I think you need to fall in love with the wrong person. I think you need to fight and cry and sweat and bleed and fail. I think you need to have bad relationships and bad breakups. I think you need all of that so that when the right person and the right relationship finally comes along, you can sigh with relief and say, “Ah yes. That is how it’s supposed to feel.

Sometimes it's yourfragrance that comes to me, out of the blue, on a crowded road in a Sunday afternoon. But more often, it's memories of us, our family, that cross my mind almost every lone evening. All I want is to lessen the pain I feel every night.

But every morning I wake up is another day, hopeless and miserable, with nothing but a deafening silence, a wave of tears, memories and your absence.

The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are. Fernando Pessoa

Sometimes it's yourfragrance that comes to me, out of the blue, on a crowded road in a Sunday afternoon. But more often, it's memories of us, our family, that cross my mind almost every lone evening. All I want is to lessen the pain I feel every night.

But every morning I wake up is another day, hopeless and miserable, with nothing but a deafening silence, a wave of tears, memories and your absence.

The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are. Fernando Pessoa